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- And over again, screaming
the F word in my face.

Faggot,

and it wasn't from the pain of the hitting

or the word, god knows I've
heard that my whole life,

but it was the fact that it was him,

someone that I loved,
instead of a stranger.

- Hi, there.

You coming to join us?

- Sorry.

- One second, hang on, you guys, hey.

Hey, hey.

I know you.

- No, I'm looking for someone,

a girl, dark hair, kind of stand offish.

- That's most of us here.

- Yeah, she's different.

- Wait, wait, I know you, though.

Right, I know your face or something.

- Maybe.

- How?

- Killed some people.

- These are
gonna help you remember.

Well, that is, whichever
one of you survives.

Trust me, one of you will.

See, the problem with memories,

is the further you get away from them,

the more they change,

so you need reminders,

something tangible, something that helps

you keep the memory alive and well.

Pictures, so tangible.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Don't be so angry.

I'm doing this for you.

So you can remember.

So you can remember and never forget.

So pretty.

So good at what she does.

Let me ask you something.

Do you feel heroic?

Could you be a hero for her?

Would you die for her, huh?

- Boo.

- Tim.

- Hey, I mean, who else, right?

Wow, man, smells of BO
and depression in here.

Well, Nosferatu, you gonna let me in?

All right, well how
about coming on out then?

Scott?

Seriously, come on, I'll buy you coffee.

Whoa, whoa, pants first.

Yeah.

- Hey, Tim, wait here, please.

- Yeah, okay, sure.
- Okay.

- You look like shit.

- Thanks.

- Too blunt?

- Yeah, just a little.

- You getting any sleep?

Is that an "I don't know"
or "I don't really care"?

Oh, cool.

Thanks for clearing that up.

What about her parents?

- They don't really want
anything to do with me.

They just keep to themselves.

I don't blame 'em really.

- Well, they got each other.

What do you got?

What about one of those group things?

What you call it, a support thing?

- I don't really need anybody else, Tim.

- Bull shit.

Okay, you've got a guilty
conscience or nightmares

or whatever, fine, that's your deal,

but don't you for one fucking second

try to tell me that
you don't need anybody,

because sure as shit a month from now,

when I haven't heard from you

and I gotta get the cops
to open up your door,

only to find your brains
painting the walls,

it's gonna be too goddamn
late to say I told you so.

So please, for the sake of my virgin soul,

don't put me through that shit, man.

Let me be the same asshole friend

I've always been and let
me feel good about myself

because I got you off your
ass and into recovery, huh?

Yeah, this coffee tastes like shit.

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

- It's okay, it's okay.

It's not okay.

It's not okay.

It's not.

- Not for you?

- Excuse me?

- You're not going in.

- It's the wrong place.

- Uh huh, good luck with that.

Sitting off from the group now.

Got any other bad trips you're going for?

- Real supportive.

- What?

- Real supportive.

- And?

- For a support group.

- Oh, these thing are total garbage.

I just like calling
outsiders on their shit.

- Then what are you doing here?

- Good, good, good.
- Yeah.

- Would you mind getting the door please?

- Oh, sure.

- Thank you.

We're in a safe space.

Whatever exists in the outside world

and wants to cause you
harm stops at the door.

This is an environment
free of judgment and fear,

where we're all welcome
to share or just listen,

whatever you're comfortable with.

My name is Paul and I welcome
you all to our sanctuary.

- Hi, Paul.
- Thank you, Paul.

- Thank you, Paul.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Welcome.

- Thanks.

- And you?

Glad you've returned.

- Uh uh.

- Well.

Would anyone like to
share any recent struggles

or successes you've had in recent weeks?

You don't need to raise your hand.

- Yeah, I'm curious.

- Your name?

- What, no I'm not.

I'm Scott.

- Welcome, Scott.

- Welcome, Scott.

- Thanks.

So I'm curious how long
you have people been coming

here for.

- It ranges anywhere from a few months

to going on two years for myself.

- Years?

- Some people find themselves dropping in

from time to time as a way
to recharge your batteries,

or even measure your growth.

- Does anyone ever stop?

- Stop?

- Stop coming.

Does anyone ever get better?

- It's not really a one and done solution.

This is support.

We help each other.

Through our common bonds,
the things that unite us.

- Tragedy.

- Birds of a feather.

- Misery loves company.

- I notice some trepidation
coming from you, doubt.

Your trauma was recent.

- Are you asking?

- Don't really have to.

Please, if you would share with the group

what brought you here today.

Someone close to you.

- My husband.

Car accident.

- I'm Joe, my brother died
from a heroin overdose.

- I'm Sherri, I lost my
sister six months ago

to a drunk driver.

- Tragedy can shape our lives,

but so to happiness can shape
our experience of death.

- Tell that to the dead.

- You blame yourself.

- What?

- I sense that you carry
a lot of blame with you.

Do you feel a responsibility?

- No.

- Please, don't close up.

It's important that you
remain open and honest,

even if you're scared.

- I'm not scared.

I'm not.

I'm done.

What?

What?

Stupid.

What?

- Why?

- Hey, thank you for returning.

- Sure.

- I know it might not seem like much

but it really is big accomplishment.

Sorry, I...

Door please, thank you.

Now, we're all in a safe place.

Whatever exists in the outside world

that wants to bring you
harm stops at the door.

This is an environment free of judgment.

- It's like everybody else knows now,

and the blood is in the water,

and the sharks are coming out to feed

and they just keep picking at me,

like piece by piece by piece.

- A predatory response is not uncommon

for survivors, sort of a resentment

from the rest of the world.

- But I'm the victim.

- Something to share?

Do you feel like a victim?

- Fuck off.

Sorry, didn't mean to make it--

- No, no, it's all right.

It's a knee jerk reaction, I'm sure,

but it's part of a
guard you're putting up.

- Well, yeah, you have to keep up a guard

otherwise you...

- Otherwise what?

- Otherwise you become a victim forever,

and I don't want that.

- Well then what do you want?

Put a name to it.

- Justice.

But there's no such thing.

- What makes you say that?

- Because does anybody ever get it?

I don't get mine.

I wake up every single
morning in a cold sweat.

I see things that aren't there.

I live in constant fear
that he is at my door

and that he's coming back.

- They do come back, the dead.

To remind us what they gave up for us,

or what we gave them up for.

- What?

- I was saying that justice
can come in many forms.

Are you familiar with the philosophy

that the best revenge
is to lead a good life?

- Night.

- If you were given the chance

to get your justice, would you?

- Hypothetically?

Yeah, sure.

- He gave you a choice.

I know what happened to you.

- No, you don't.

You didn't have a psycho in your house,

taking pictures, spouting philosophy.

- How did it end?

Come back inside.

Share that

and I'll let you in on a little secret.

- All right.

I'll do it.

I was coming home and I
was excited to see her,

my fiancee, and there
was a knock at the door.

She answered it,

and he hit her,

and I tried to fight back but I...

He caught me off guard,

and then he bound us,

and threatened us.

Took pictures.

He asked me would I die for her.

And I said yes.

And it didn't matter.

I watched her die,

and there was nothing
that I could do about it.

And then, he just left.

And I was alone with her body for so long.

And I just stared right at her,

and she stared back at me.

She still does.

- Thank you for sharing.

- I don't feel any better.

- It takes time.

- I'm running out.

- Don't let the
darkness overtake you.

- What if I want it to?

- So here's the damnedest thing.

You and I share the same monster.

Physical traits, any
details you can remember.

- No, I can't.

It's a blur.

One minute he's six feet tall in my mind,

and the next, he's barely six inches.

It shifts, nothing's concrete.

- Hispanic?

- I don't know.

- Mark on his wrist?

- Yeah, maybe.

- Takes Polaroids while
spouting philosophy.

- Yes, but it--

- It's him.

- What'd he do to you?

- Take a 16 year old girl,

screwed in the head, runs away from home,

heads west until the ocean stops her.

There on the beach she meets,

can't say handsome but engaging stranger.

He fills her ear with beautiful thoughts

and promises she never thought possible,

gets her to follow him
back to his compound,

for lack of a better word,

and there, she finds plenty of other naive

like minded girls.

It's basically his own personal harem.

He spouts philosophical nonsense
and they can't get enough.

- You good?

- Borrow a pen.

Go away.

So our little runaway

starts to see tears in
the fabric of his lies,

and pushes, but he's got the others

so wrapped up tight
that they keep her down

and she realizes she can't get out

not without trouble.

So one night, when the others are asleep,

she creeps downstairs

and pulls the gas main out of the stove.

It leaks a while,

and then she lights a fire and it works.

There are screams.

Flames.

People die.

Some get away, maybe even him.

She doesn't know, not for a long time,

not until she finds
herself at a group meeting

and hears the boy in front tell a story

about her monster and then she knows,

he got out and he's hurting again.

And maybe, just maybe, she's met the one

other person in the whole world who'd do

anything to help her stop him.

- It's a good story.

Yeah, is it true?

- That's on his wrist.

- Who are you?

- O.

- Oh, like the expression?

- Like the letter.

Or the story.

- What story?
- Of O.

- Get out of here, it's...

- You with me?

- You know who he is?

You know where to find him.

- Maybe.

- Why maybe?

- Personal belief.

Takes a killer to make one.

You still live here, even after.

- Yeah, I know, it's crazy, it's...

- You don't have to explain yourself.

You still keep all her things up, too.

Just in case she comes back?

- Yeah.

Follow me.

- There you are.

Do you dream about it?

- Sometimes.

- What do you see when
you close your eyes?

- Her.

- Does she say anything?

- Why?

- Just curious.

- That's what she says, why.

And I never know how to answer.

- Let's get one from him.

- Sorry about this.

What are y'all cops or something?

- Something.

- Just wanted to know if
you've seen or done this work.

- Well, if y'all not cops,
I don't feel no civic

obligation to comply
with your request, sir.

- What am I, a stripper?

No offense, Shaunae.

Look, what did this guy do so bad

that he got y'all ripping
around the city looking for him?

- Let's go.

- Wait.

See the girl in this photo, big man?

- Get to it, Snow White.

- She means a lot to us.

And this son of a bitch is
gonna hurt when we find him.

- Based on account of what he did to her.

- That's right.

- Y'all are like some death wish shit?

You got your man Dexter out here

ready to go carve him
up on Room Street, boy.

- Room Street.

- Yeah, man, that one's free of charge.

The ink right here is
definitely a Room Street boy.

Most of them are gone,
with the gentrification

and everything.

- What about the ones that are left?

- What about the ones that are left?

Either they're in the county jail

or they six feet deep.

- And the ones that aren't?

- The ones that aren't, you can catch 'em

over at the loading dock
over off of central.

That's where all the
ex-cons go to get work.

That's all you're getting from me, okay?

- Thanks for the info.

- Fucking white people.

Why are you guys like this?

It's so cryptic.

- There are easily a hundred guys

that come through here a night.

- We're only looking for the one.

- Don't you think it's strange.

That some gang banger is
the guy who attacked me

and mind controlled you in a cult?

- Yes, it's weird,

but the world doesn't make sense.

Women who are raped are more likely

to have rape fantasies after.

Does that make any sense?

- Is that true?

- How should I know?

- Just...

Why wait?

- For what?

- Till me.

Why didn't you just go after him?

You know who he was, you
know what he looked like.

- I told you.

I didn't know he was still
around till you shared.

- Yeah, but when did you
try to attempt to from want?

Is that him?

You sure?

Okay, so, now what?

- We follow.

- No, he can see us.

This isn't gonna work, he can see us.

Let's just get his license
plate and we'll go, okay?

Does that sound good.

O, O, O.

- Hey, you looking for something?

Hey did you hear me?

- Oh, shit, shit, shit.

- Help me lift him.

- Is he dead?

- No.

Lift him.

Scott.

Take his car, follow me.

- Where we going?

Okay.

Fuck.

- Turn it off.

Come on, bring him.

Put him here.

Wait.

These go on,

and in a few moments,
you're gonna use this

to wake him up.

- That's wrong.

- What?

- The knot that you're trying.

The double ends so that
they can be crossed

and released.

- Soon as he wakes, you're gonna use this

to get him talking.

Cut him if you have to.

- Thought of everything, you were ready.

- When he comes to, don't mention me,

don't let him see me.

You can talk to me but don't
let him know who it is.

- Why not?

- I want him to be yours first.

- I don't even know what I'm doing here.

- Making things right.

- Why don't you want him to see you?

What if somebody hears us
and they come to check on us?

- Then I'll take care of 'em.

Go.

Scott.

Gloves.

- Right.

- You have to break it first.

- What the hell?

What was that?

What the fuck?

What the fuck, I'll kill you.

Where am I, where am I?

- I think you hurt me.

- You think?

Man, who the fuck are you and where am I?

Hello.

- Two months ago, a home
invasion, a guy and a girl.

- No, no, no, wait, wait, wait,

who were talking to over there?

- The guy lived, the girl didn't.

- Are we alone?

Is there somebody else here?

- You gave me a choice.

- No, is
someone making you do this?

- Do you remember?

- You're afraid.

I see it in your pussy face.

- Do it again, you'll lose an eye.

You gave me a choice, my life or hers.

Do you remember?

- I've never seen you before man.

- This.

- What about it?

- I saw it that night.

I saw you.

- Did you?

- Don't stop.

- Who the fuck is that?

Why don't you come out here, huh?

Letting your woman tell you what to do?

- It was you.

- Well, I'm flattered
you think so, tough guy,

but you got the wrong man.

- We don't.

- Shut up.

Don't listen to her man.

You've never seen me
before and you know this.

You can't trust what she says

or what you think you've seen in the dark.

- Why is that?

- Memories, you can't trust 'em.

Shit changes.

- The farther they get.

You need something just a
little more tangible, huh?

- Fuck.

- Like a picture, huh?

What do you think, huh?

Do remember her by?

Why, huh?

Why'd you come for us?

- She got to you too, huh?

- Why, huh?

- Look, she's coming up betrayal.

- Why did you put this on me, huh?

- It doesn't end this way.

- Why did you make me choose, huh?

Why the fuck am I alive?

- Ophelia.

- No!

Don't call me that.

- I knew it was you.

- You never get to call me that again.

- Can't get your hands dirty yourself.

- Do it, Scott.

- First time, Scotty.

- Do it.

- Yeah, do it.

We all do it, just like she wants.

- Do it.

- Hey, asshole.

It's housekeeping, I'm
here to make this place

not smell like the living dead.

Oh my god, you're here, I
never would have guessed.

- Hey, Tim, hey--

- No, no, I know, you don't
want anybody coming over.

All right, you gotta cry in
your jersey self loathing,

but look--
- Tim, no.

- Tim, yes.
- No.

- What we're gonna do is
we're gonna get you dressed.

- No, I'm dressed.

- We'll get out there and then we'll...

Hello.

- Hi.

- Hi, I'm--
- Tim.

- Oh, you've heard of me.

- That's O.

- O.

- Yeah, from group.

- Oh, O.

You went, that's great.

Okay.

So this is...

- Yeah, this is...

- Great.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, so I'm actually...

- You're going, he's going.

- Going, yes, right,

but it was lovely to meet you, O.

Which is short for?

- O.

- K, well, hope to see
you again soon, I'm sure.

- No, let's go.
- Yeah, yeah.

- All right, I'm gonna call you.

- She's cute, man, I'm so proud of you.

- Thanks, okay, yeah.

Okay, would you go?

- Come on, dinner date,
man, the three of us, four,

I'll find someone if I need to.

- Yeah, I'm locking you out.

- We should keep in
touch, I'm just saying.

- Sorry about that.

- Why?

- He's pushy and obnoxious,

and I don't really think he understands.

- He's a well meaning fool.

He wants to share your pain.

- Yeah, it's not really that deep.

He's my best friend.

Actually, he's my only friend these days.

- You resent him for it.

- No.

No, God, no.

- That's important.

Your conscience clear?

- You?

- Always.

- We did the right thing.

- We did the right thing.

- So what do we do now?

- No, Scott, this is it.

We've done everything
we can for each other,

now it's time we part
ways before we get too--

- Are you kidding me?

We don't do what we did--

- What you did.
- And just walk away.

- You found your peace.

Let that be enough.

Share it with someone
who doesn't have them.

- 24 hours ago, I was
scared that I would never

ever belong anywhere.

Never be able to connect
with anyone again,

and please, don't cheapen this.

- Never.

I have my own leads to follow.

- With what?

Let me help.

Two seconds ago, you said that everybody

needs to find their peace,
let me help you find yours.

Whatever it takes.

- You're saying you'd do it again?

- Here.

If you ever need anything,

if you ever need me.

- If ever.

- Babe, babe,

where you been?

Huh?

What?

- Find your peace.

- I need you.

- Is everything okay?

- It will be.

Just drive.

- What about your other...

- Everybody has parts of their lives

they don't share.

Are you here for me?

- Yeah.

- Then drive.

- Done.

You said we got him, him.

- We did.

But it's not over.

Not until we get all of them.

- But there aren't any more.

- Of course there are.

- No, but you said it was him.

- I need you for this.

Please don't--

- How do you know it's them?

- I know.

- Yeah, O, that doesn't make sense.

O, O, come on.

O.

O, come on.

O.

Come here a minute.

- Hello?

Yes?

- Do you remember me?

- No.

- Do you remember what you did to me?

- I, I--
- O, come on.

- Louise.

- Not like this, are you sure?

- Yes?

- What is this about?

- You.

- Who are you?

- Stop it, stop it.

You sure?

- I am.

Go check.

- What do you want?

- What's going on?

- Shh.

- Shh.

It's gonna be okay.

- Who are you?

- Shut up.

You remember me.

- I don't, who are you?

- Remember me.

Who am I?

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.

Stop lying.

- She doesn't know you,
you got the wrong person.

- She knows.

Might have tried to forget.

Thought it was all behind you,

but deep down you knew
this day was coming,

that I'd be back.

You should've finished me off
when I was just a little girl.

When I was helpless.

Confused.

Your toy.

Do you know what she did?

- No.

- What your parents did?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- They took a girl, a child,

younger than you,

and they locked her in a basement,

and they did things to her,

bad, bad things.

They put things in her,

and when she cried, they hurt her,

until she couldn't feel the pain anymore,

until she couldn't feel anything but hate,

and spite and emptiness.

- That's not what you told me.

- Who's side are you on?

- I'm on the right side.

What about the group?

The leader, the family?

- They're all part of it.

- How?

How can any of them be a part of it

if you were just a
little girl in the story.

You can't even keep it straight
in your own fucking head.

- Did they make you do it, too?

Hurt little girls?

Touch them?

Put it in them?

Huh?

- Jesus Christ.

- Jealous?

Want your turn?

Hurt me.

Take me.

- You fucking bitch.

- Save me, Scott.

- This is where you lose me.

- Oh.

Scott, right?

I didn't know if you'd be back.

Just a little early for meeting, though.

I'm glad you're here but
really early for meeting.

- Did you know her real name?

- Sorry?

- O, what's her real name?

- Don't know who you're referring to.

- Dark haired girl, she left
with me the other night.

- If something transpired between you two,

that's your business.

This is simply a support group.

- How many before me?

Are you in on it?

- In on what?

- How many before me?

- Look, if you wanna just take a seat,

we can discuss this when the
rest of the group gets here.

- I don't need any goddamn therapy.

I need to know who she is,

and where I can find her.

- Take your hands off of me, Scott.

- Do you know who she is?

Do you know where I can find her?

- I'm not going to do that.

- Goddammit.

Do you know what she is?

- She's a survivor, just
like the rest of us.

- No.

She's a predator.

A manipulator.

- You're projecting.

- How many more people before me?

How many people did she get close to?

- This obsession that you
have with her is unhealthy.

- Goddammit, give me some answers.

- It's not uncommon for those
with a shared experience

to create a bond or connection.

- Who?

Don't make me.

- I'm not making you do anything.

Fuck, man, get off your phone.

Hello.

- Yeah?

- Hey.

- Who's this?

- Tim.

I'm a friend of O's.

- Who?

- Tim.

- No, no, no, who
are you looking for?

- O.

- Wrong number.

- No, I know she stays here.

Is she around?

Hello?

- Dial 252, come up.

- Hello?

- Hi.

So are you the one she's been seeing?

- I guess.

- Do you know who I am?

- She here?

Do you know how to get a hold of her?

- Drink.

- No.

Look, I know that this is strange, but I--

- What did you say your name was?

- Tim.

- Okay.

Tim.

Greg.

So what'd she tell you about me?

- Didn't really come up.

- Too busy fucking?

- Look, Greg, I don't know
what kind of guy you are.

I don't know if you're the jealous type.

I don't know if you're her brother.

I don't really know much of anything

but I do know that she is gone

and I don't know where she is,

and maybe that is on purpose

or maybe it's because she's scared,

but I'm hoping that you're gonna be able

to shed a little insight
as to what the fuck's

going on here.

- What did you two get up to?

- Therapy.

- Cute.

She give you the song and dance?

- You tell me.

- Well, which one was
it, was it the dad one

or the European vacation
kidnapping brothel?

'Cause that one, I really liked.

She's got some new material.

- How long have you known her for?

- Long enough, you?

- Two days.

- Wow.

Now that is adorable,

and here you come, swoop in and save her.

Knight in shining and fucking armor, huh?

Let her go.

- Wish I could.

- She's got you in too far, huh?

- You've done it before.

- Done what, Tim?

- Have there been others?

There are others.

- Always others.

- Then why do you keep staying with her?

- That's a good question.

You know, I try to be a good guy,

but she just makes it so damn hard.

Huh?

Oh, no.

Not yet, buddy.

That a boy.

- Your father was right about me.

- Uh oh, what did he say?

- Nothing, he fucking said...

- What, what's the matter?

- Nothing.

- Where were you?

- I don't know,

but I miss you.

- I missed you too, baby.

- It has been a crazy couple days.

- It's okay.

You're home, I'm here.

- Yeah.

- You've got red on you.

Is that lipstick?

- I don't think so.

- You don't think, what the hell?

- No, okay, I don't know what I've done.

Would you just stop asking?

- Don't you dare pull that shit with me.

- I'm not pulling any shit.

I'm just having a real hard time

trying to keep things straight.

- Who the hell is that?

- Don't, don't.

Don't get it.

- What, why?

- No, don't.

Don't.

- Get down.

What's your name?

- You were there.

- Scott.

- I don't normally like to work from home.

That a boy.

You died there for a second.

I had to bring you back.

Guess that makes me your god, huh?

How do you feel about that?

Huh?

What, huh?

Oh, yeah, sorry about that.

- Why don't you just let me die?

- Gotta do it on my own terms.

God complex, she calls it.

Who the fuck is she to judge?

Did she send you or did
you come on your own?

- No, we're both looking for her.

- I'm not looking for her.

I asked you a question.

Did she send you or did
you come on your own?

- I'm on my own.

- Good.

- Yes, what now, huh, we
just sit here and wait?

- For Mommy to come home?

Do you remember meeting me?

I don't mean just now but the first time?

Or the last time, whichever
way you wanna think of it.

No.

Hmm.

Maybe this will jog your memory.

Think this will be a good one.

How 'bout this?

Oh, you like that, huh?

Wow.

That is a really spooky
look you're giving me.

You know, to be honest with you,

I didn't think that she was
gonna saddle up with you.

Thought it was gonna
be like a one and done

thing to exorcize your demons.

Guess I was wrong.

It happens.

- I'm gonna kill you.

- Well that didn't really work out for you

five minutes ago, did it?

- You blinded me,
you like to fight dirty.

Only way you're gonna win.

- I won just fine.

- Why don't you take off
these restraints and prove it?

- You've really changed since last time.

- Yeah, well she's
got that effect on people,

but I'm guessing that you've
always been like this.

- She does have a way of
bringing out the worst in people,

doesn't she?

- You're not like her.

- No.

No, no, no.

- Don't you have
some stuff in common?

- Yeah, like what?

- You both tie rope the same.

You lose.

Now all we gotta do is
wait for her to come back.

- She's not coming back, so you lose.

You might as well finish
me you piece of shit.

- Gladly.

- He kept hitting me.

- You coming to join us?

I know you.

- No.

I'm looking for someone.

Girl, dark hair, kind of standoffish.

- That's most of us here.

- Yeah, she's different.

- Wait, no, no, no, wait,

I do know you, though.

Right, I've seen your face or something.

- Maybe.
- How?

- Killed some people.

- Scott, hey.

Hey.

You didn't bring me here for the cuisine,

so are you gonna start or should I?

- I'm in trouble.

- No shit, what?

- Can I get you boys anything?

- The chef special.

- Whatever's about to expire.

- Coffee then.

- You?

Hey, weren't you in here the other night?

- No.

- With that rude girl.

- I'll have a coffee please.

- 101 north, southbound.

- Well, man, you look like
a junkie in need of a fix.

- Did you hear anything about me?

- In what sense?

You call me up from a fucking payphone,

which I didn't even know that
those things still existed,

and now we are in possibly
the most questionable

diner experience downtown has to offer.

So I'm left to my own
devices, unless you'd like

to clue me in here.

- I did some really bad shit.

- Stop being vague.

- She made me do stuff,
man, she's fucking crazy.

- We're talking about O?

- Man, she says things.

She told me all this shit
that happened to her, okay,

or stuff that she says that
happened to her, right,

and I believed her,

and none of its true.

- Well, then, what the
fuck happened to her, then?

- No, she hurts people.

She makes shit up,

and she just fucking justifies it.

- What the fuck
happened to her, then?

- I don't know.

She's just gone.

- The murder
weapon is yet to be found.

- Did you do something to O?

- I didn't do anything to her.

Okay, she was involved
in what happened to me.

She could be fucking walking
around the corner in there,

I'm gonna get fucking knocked
out by two life for 'em

and end up in some warehouse

with some new protege standing over me--

- Scott, what in the
fucking ever loving hell

are you talking about?

- Tim, I don't even know her name.

I just have a fucking letter.

I can't go to the cops
because I'm in, I'm in,

and that's what she wanted.

She wants to turn everybody into exactly

what she wants them to be.

- Stop with the fucking metaphors.

Tell me what you did
that was so goddamn awful

or I'm walking out of here, man.

- I'm telling you.

- Then say it.

- Why, why?

- Because.

Because I want to hear it from you.

Scott, Scott, let's keep talking.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- 33 year old
Scott Smith of Echo Park.

- Scott, just sit down and keep talking.

- Smith is
wanted in connection

with the attack--

- Come on, man.

- You know where she is?

- Look--

- You fucking liar, you son of a bitch.

- Scott, just calm the fuck down, man.

Scott, calm the fuck down, man.

Let go of me.

You're acting like a groovy shit.

Fuck.

- I'm not afraid.

- Jeez, fuck.

Scott this is ridiculous.

- Shut up, Tim, just shut up.

- Look, let's just go to the cops.

- What's the point?

So I can suffer for her sins?

It's not me.

- None of this is you.

You haven't been you
in months, not since...

- Yeah, not since it all happened.

You should have just let me be.

You could have died quietly and alone,

then we wouldn't be here now would we?

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

- Cheapen everything.

- Oh, that's all memories are anymore.

Cheap.

- Hey, ,

but she's not here man.

- Where is she?

- Scott, look, I told you,

I don't know, man, I haven't seen her.

Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?

- I'll pop you again,

where the hell is she?

- Not here.

- She lies, Tim.

I told you that.

- Yeah, you said a lot of shit.

- Yeah and it was all true,

except the part about you being my friend.

- I am.

I'm the only one you've got.

- Then listen to me.

Because everything that has happened,

everything that has happened to me,

what I did, it's all because of her.

- Well, then, turn yourself in, man.

Bring her down too.

- There's no point.

It's her or me, one of us is gonna die,

right here, right now.

- Completely lost your mind.

- No, no.

I found my peace.

In the worst possible way.

- Scott, please, man, just sit down.

Okay?

Son of a bitch.

You really should have believed me, Tim.

I'm not the bad guy.

Even though she would love
it if I was, wouldn't you?

- Don't do this, Scott.

- Do what?

Huh?

- Don't do this.

- Do what?

Make you choose the way that I had to?

What about him?

What about him, huh?

Should we make him choose?

What do you think, Tim?

You wanna know what I went through?

Okay.

Let's play.

Let's...

Everybody gets to be what they never were,

so me, I'm the monster.

And you, you're the fool.

And you, the victim.

It's gonna be fun.

You never have really been here, have you?

Always just telling stories, right?

Just stealing other people's tragedies,

but you never had one of your own.

You know, maybe that is
your greatest suffering,

and maybe I can help you with that, yeah?

Okay, what do you say, huh?

Should I slit her throat?

- Please, please, Scott, don't do this.

- But why?

She was gonna do it to you.

She was.

She just wanted me to see.

You didn't know what I was capable of.

You didn't know what you made me.

- I didn't make you anything.

- You didn't put the blade in my hand?

You didn't push me to the edge?

You didn't catch me on a downturn

and just play me like
you did everybody else.

Okay, one question, how
long would I have had?

Hmm?

- Please.

Scott.

I'm scared.

- Good.

You actually look like a human being.

All the suffering and
tragedy that you have caused.

This is my justice.

This is my revenge.

Hey, O.

Stay.

Stay.

Don't worry, buddy.

I'm just making a point.

What do you think, Tim?

If you had a choice,
would you die for her?

Would you?

- I don't know.

- It's not an answer, Tim.

You need to make a choice
or you're gonna die,

both of you.

And I'm gonna be the one
who walks out of here,

so why don't you make the choice

that I never got to make?

- You had the choice.

- Oh, that's right.

You were there.

What did I say?

What did I do?

Because the more that I think about it,

the more that I just can't remember.

All right, Tim, let's make that choice.

All one, make the choice.

- No.

- Right answer.

What's the matter?

Beat you to it?

This is what you wanted.

This is want you wanted me to become.

This is how I want you to remember it.

- Thank you.

- Now run.

Say it, say it, say it.

Kill me, say it.

Say it.

Say it.

Kill me.

Kill me.

- You all right, there?

Ma'am, are you all right?

- Perfect.

It was someone I thought I could trust,

share myself with and know in return.

But I was wrong.

The real monsters are
the ones we don't see.

Standing right in front of us

and then it's too late.

I just keep seeing him reaching for me,

trying to squeeze the life out of me,

and I wonder who that person really was?

- I know.

It's hard to let anybody touch me anymore.

Even a hand on the shoulder,

trying to be supportive is a trigger.

Just keeps bringing me back.

I want to be okay with it,

but people don't seem to understand

and if I try to explain myself,

I just come off as crazy, or I don't know.

- Not for you?

- I don't think it's quite
for anyone, honestly.

- How so?

- Relies too much on the past.

What happened, what we remember.

Those things can change
however we want them.

- So what do you hold on to?

- What comes next.

Going down?

- I'll take another.